Vuélveme a Querer

When the memory of you assails me,
I feel in my soul a mortal loneliness,
Even if I want to smile, I always end up crying,
When the goodbye pierces my chest,
Because your breath is no longer for me,
All my bitterness wants to tell you:
Love me again, like you used to love me,
Kiss me again, just like you used to,
Because without your love, the longing for my kisses will wither,
my heart,
We must revive the plucked roses,
Love me again, because it will have to be,
Think that I adore you, look, look, how I cry,
Have compassion on me, love me again, much more than yesterday
Have compassion on me, love me again, much more than yesterday, much more than yesterday